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Coming Home

I stood in the Post Office, staring at his letter. The small box I’d rented when I moved into Justin’s apartment was stacked full of bills—I had those now, bills—but I paid them no mind. His letter took precedence over everything else.

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Different Baggage, Different Needs

David didn’t say much when we got to my car, and he stared out his window a million miles away as I drove. I wasn’t sure where to go, so I decided I needed to interrupt his quiet time even though it s

 
 
 
On The Same Team

Ginny sat across from me, silently judging from behind her glass of sweet tea. It had been ages since we’d spent time together, and not since the paparazzi incident since we’d gone to our favorite pla

 
 
 
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